Cats. Passive aggressive as hell. Best way to get a cat to do something is to interrupt whatever he’s doing.
This comic is being updated from my Hawaiian Vacation!!! Thank you internet. See below.
Every time we have a get together with more than just a couple people, the cats hide out in the bedroom. Makes perfect sense, I guess. Cats are more introverted seeming and want to keep to themselves. I can relate a little. But once in a while they’ll come out of hiding to socialize. I don’t get cat behavior. They want what they want, when they want it.
However, on the topic of Thanksgiving, we recently took a spur of the moment trip to see Jim Jeffries perform at some casino in Palm Desert. It was well worth the trip because he is friggin’ hilarious. One of his bits at the show was to talk about Thanksgiving and the concept of “freedom”. Being an Australian, he started polling some Americans about the holiday. And what he learned was that we get to eat turkey, pumpkin pie, and watch football. Hah. As if we can’t do any of those things the rest of the year if we wanted to. That’s what freedom means.
Attempt number 2 at drawing my stories instead of taking photos. One thing I learned from a comic artist online is that he doesn’t ever draw or redraw. He had a bunch of pre-made pieces which he just assembled and re-assembled. Why work hard when you can work smart. But either way…
Here is a (sad) truth about me. I have written a lot of songs about my cats. Anytime I say “baby” or “Jesus,” I actually mean “kitty.” Here’s an example.
Here is my attempt at actually drawing a comic. Kind of wanted to tell this joke, but didn’t have any photos to support it, nor did I want to stage a photo shoot.
Funny things about bands, not that I’m saying this is what’s happening with the dudes I’m playing with now, but there is always that fantasy of figuring out the other things rather than figuring out the content first.
We (holler cat people!) all know that this process is never a fast one. AND it’s a process fraught by indecision. But in the end we (they) get what they want.
I do have to say that these are among my favorite afternoons. Diana likes to say when it’s nap time, “All animals on me!” Goddess of the hunt indeed. They listen to her.